Mon 28th: I worked, very heavy run volume. Two hours sleep throughout the night.
Tues 1st: Heavy rain, I guess you'd call that "in like a lion"; 7 eggs, soggy coop;
studied SD when I could stay awake for tonight's 3rd degree at Blue Lodge; JS Evan cooked hot/mild and hot/hot chili, it was good; then home to bed by 1!
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| Spencer getting his ears lowered. |
After many hours and days of disturbing consternation we did a hard thing this afternoon.
Sad, sad day. We took Sampson, the standard Schnauzer, to the vet to be put down. His heavy breathing was the only thing keeping him alive. A constant huff seemed to be causing his heart to beat enough to perfuse, otherwise he had a heart rate of about 45-50... I need to talk to the vet about that. Spencer, Colleen and I were with him, but it was a cold way to die, in my book. I would have rather taken him to the cabin and spent a little time with him at his favorite place and then dispatched him myself. My dog, my obligation. A large stone covers his grave. I will turn in up and engrave on it (at Spencer's suggestion) when the grave subsides. After the family settled in I went to the Legion and Keys. Goodbye Sam, you were the best dog in the world; well, at least in my world.
Thurs 3rd: Bappy Hirthday Preston and Parker. 26 yo today! It was 5 years ago but it seems like just yesterday that we were at the Keys celebrating your first legal Guinness™. Preston starts his third month in A'stan. He is spending more time outside of the FOB. Spring will soon be there; as I understand it, Spring traditionally brings the bad guys out of their Winter respite. Parker is back in Boston shooting the series for a rookie Celtic BBall player. Thank you Gilt. More rain and high water. Runs at work are still heavy but I slept a little more (3.5hrs).
On the political news side, it looks like the new conservative (read Tea Bagger) Ohio senate is going to "throw the baby out with the bath water" in passing SB 5, "reforming" the public service union laws. Reformation should NOT be destruction.
Fri 4th: Preston called as I waited for an appointment at the doctor's office. He is well and will be promoted to XO of his Company. He is keeping up with the family tradition as I served as XO when I was 26, too. He posted some pics on FB. I'll try to move a few over here. Check them out if you get on FB.
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| Inside the cabin with a chili dog |
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| At the fire ring with a chili dog |
David Thomas made Cincinnati chili at the cabin today. It was VERY good. We had a good turn out, especially considering all the rain. Last week we held "Bonding Day" at Ben's house in town, as the rains had swollen the creek up and over the road at both ends of Polk Hollow. This week Fred appeared to be totally insensitive to most of my FF friends as he showed his Tea Bagger-FoxTV-DittoHead-talk show attitude; it was sharply in contrast to the Brother Ferd that I knew before his stroke. I miss that Ferd. He doesn't know whence he came.
After putting Spencer to bed, I went out to the cabin, braved the receding waters and checked on the chickens (6 eggs) before JCP texted and I met him, Addie and Richard at the Cozy for a nightcap beer. Tossing and turning with the rib notwithstanding, I slept like a rock until 0830 Saturday morning!
Saturday 5th: Rain set in all day and night; but it was a little warmer. I had a good bit of work to do at the Temple early but after lunch Spencer and I set out for Old Worthington on the N side of C'bus to check out a Burley tandem I had seen FS on CraigsList. Before getting out of town I had to stop at RiversBend to tend to a broken front door fixture. I cobbed it and as the shop was closing and will be closed Sunday and Monday, I put it off until then, for, hopefully, a more permanent repair.
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| Our new "ride" needs a little TLC before we use it. |
We tested the bike out in the rain and Gary, the PO, seemed a bit astonished when I said we would take it... "Now?" I don't think he was really ready to part with it and its memories. Gary had bought the bike about nine years earlier when his son was 8 or so. They used it alot until a few years ago when his son became disinterested in biking with dad. He and his son had mainly used it as a weekender and on GOBA(look it up) trips. One cool thing they did was to ride to King's Island and back with other dads and kids on tandems; making a 4-5 day trip of it, with a day at the amusement park for the kids.
Happily, the tandem loaded easily onto my Jetta's roof rack and we proceeded to Bob's Bar to meet Ty and Scott Z. Once there, we discovered Bob's "No one under 21" rule. We picked up some gyros next door for the trip home. " Dad, I don't want to eat lamb."
"Two gyros please, one beef, one lamb." "They come mixed." "OK, two gyros, please." The "mid-Eastern pasha" commenced to slowly and deliberately carve each portion of meat from the vertically spitted shanks of beef and lamb, and mixed each portion onto toasted pitas. I didn't tell Spenc about the mixture until after he said, "This beef tastes better than most." Cherry tomatoes, anyone?
After dinner at Meyer's I went out to check on the birds (7eggs). The welfare chickens are working more! They appear to be picking on one another. I may need to dust them for pests. On the way home I checked the Temple and saw Frank B Conaway at his canal warehouse walking in the rain around its perimeter. I helped him search the premises. It seems he's experiencing quite a few break-ins of an odd nature. The thieves are only taking personal, family items (not valuable, saleable, fencable items). So after taking Jack home I ventured out to meet FBC at the Keys for a complimentary ale.
Sun 6th: At work again, Sunday routine of a big breakfast. Tim and Christy cooked as we ran and ran and ran. She served her first day as Acting Lt on the list. We ran all day and into the night. Working a "code" around 1600. "Code"because the pt was drinking at a veterans' club and had a syncopal episode when a by-stander started CPR. When we arrived I asked the man to stop CPR and I checked the pt for a pulse; he had one. Chest compressions on a beating heart are NOT good! The pt did have some heart issues and he very well may have passed out. In his stupor, he was speaking to us as we offloaded him at the ER. He was UPSET that "someone" had cut his favorite shirt away. If coherent he would have been an Ingrate! One run overnight... Yea!
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